The following story is fiction about CP.  The story contains scenes of paddling.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  I was inspired by the unattributed image on Tumblr which is  here.  Need I mention that DC Comics hold the copyright on Robin and that this is fan fiction.

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Richard Grayson sat in detention as penultimate bad event of the terrible day contemplating the day and its yet-to-come ending.© Y Lee Coyote

It had not been a good day for him since the git-go.  Alfred was in his chauffeuring mode taking Bruce to some far off meeting so he had to make his own breakfast which was centered around cold cereal.  Certainly not a proper repast for a growing super hero.

Dick missed the bus he should have been on and the following one ran late.  There was, however, one small consolation of some terrific eye candy on the bus which almost made him miss his stop.  Distracted he left his school bag on the bus as he frantically dashed for the door yelling “Getting off.” to the driver.

Of course, he got another late slip, which came with a couple of demerits at no extra charge, which would have severe consequences.  Things continued downward as he received demerits for not having homework to hand in three morning classes since they were in his school bag still riding the bus.

Dick was off to lunch after the fourth period but the old curmudgeon masquerading as a teacher held him back for a discussion about being unprepared.  Since there were two other miscreants ahead of him, he was a quarter-hour late for lunch.  He was starving after his skimpy breakfast and two of the three entrees were out and the third one he despised.

It did not help when the class bullies, a.k.a. as the Dastardly Trio, heckled him about losing his appetite for getting a mess of demerits.  He thought how good it would feel if he decked the three of them with a three-second razzle-dazzle super fast action play.  Fortunately, the lunch duty teacher saw them congregate and made them move on.

The afternoon classes were any not better.  Two more missing homework demerits for a total of seven by the final bell.  He was most happy that the unhappy day was over.

He went to his locker to get his gym kit to take home to launder and then headed head out for bus home but it was not to be.  He was almost out the door when he heard the Vice Principal bellow out “GRAYSON!  Richard Grayson.”  When he turned the VP continued “My office.  Now!”

Just two minutes later he joined the line with other unhappy pupils.  One-by-one they were each summoned into the fearsome chamber for their discussion with the VP’s paddle.  The others could hear the muffled lecture and then the repeated whacks of the paddle with various yelps immediately following which did not make for a peaceful wait.

When Dick was called along with the expected lecture he also got sarcastic congratulations for amassing so many demerits in one day.  “It might even be a record.” mussed the VP.  “You’ll be getting nine pops now as that is maximum I’m allowed to give in one session.  Drop your pants and lean over my desk, Grayson.”

“Ready. Sir.” he said.

The VP disagreed.  “Briefs down also, Grayson.”

The first pop hurt but Dick managed to take it quietly.  The second hurt him more as he was being tenderized so again with only a low grunt.

The effect of the paddle was cumulative so each pop caused a greater response than the previous one so by the time he got the seventh he was yelling loudly with tears running down his cheeks.

“Pull up your pants, Grayson.” snapped the VP after the ninth pop handing him the detention order “And report for extended detention immediately.  You best conform to the rules or you will be back for another session.  Dismissed.”

Dick pulled up his pants and after a brief stop in the lavatory to wash his face and assess the damage to his tail made his way to the detention room where he would be a prisoner for ninety minutes.  Like all the detainees he was in the school uniform of a suit like all the others.  Because of the multiplicity of violations, a well-worn copy of the school rules and regulations was open on his desk.

That tome was more boring than a goldfish’s diary so Dick switched to daydreaming.  Of course, he was still stuck in detention but in his mind he changed from the steadfast Richard Grayson to his secrete persona – the exciting, swashbuckling superhero Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Robin soon had visions of riding shotgun on the way to some exciting rescue or crime stopping in the Batmobile.  That naturally triggered his long time dream about driving the powerful beast when he got his driver’s licence for a two screen show.  Then perhaps racing up some old tenement building to jump the gap to the one ablaze and repelling down to rescue the most beautiful girl in the world who smothers him with kisses and more.  Or perhaps jumping from the Batmobile and downing some mugger running from the crime scene with a leap and a foot to the face and recovering the loot.  Or … or … or.

Then another reality took hold – Bruce would be furious about his horrendous record in school today.  Being late, missing homework and detention were all punishable ‘crimes’.  Robin’s sore rump shuddered at the thought.  Each offence would mean a some extra time in the gym laying over the vaulting horse with his bare butt up and exposed for the horrific Batstrap.  A couple of years before it was OTK in the bedroom.  That hurt less physically but was too babyish while hurting far more emotionally.

Punishments were always after their workouts and before showering so that he was totally naked.  It wasn’t like when they changed and showered together that made being naked bad but that Bruce was dressed and held the vicious Batstrap.

Robin found it painful to think about.  How Batman would raise his powerful arm and bring the Batstrap down fast and hard on his vulnerable bare ass repeatedly inflicting deep pain.

Robin shuddered knowing this would be a daily occurrence for at least a week.

The bell rang and he was dismissed.  With heavy heart he headed for the bus stop and home.

The evening at home was exactly as he expected.  After dinner and doing homework he reported to the gym where Bruce, the Batstrap and he had the first of several discussions.

There was one bright spot, however.  The Lost and Found department of the Bus Company called and they had his school bag.  Alfred said he they could leave early to fetch it and still get to school on time.

Robin did not sleep well with his flaming hot tail even prone.  Worse he knew the rest of the week would be the same.

The End

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